“If I had done it he would have seen me.”
“That won’t go down. He was asleep. Ernest, what shall I do with this fellow? Shall I shoot him?” and Luke Robbins pulled out a revolver, which he handled in a significant way.
“Don’t shoot! Spare my life, Mr. Robbins!” cried the tramp in great alarm.
“Humph! I don’t see the good. Your life is of no value to the world.”
“Let him go, Luke,” said Ernest, “but tell him to clear out of this neighborhood.”
“It is treating him too well. Still, I will do as you say. Hark, you fellow, what is your name?”
“Tom Burns.”
“You are a disgrace to the name of Burns. If I spare your life will you leave this neighborhood and never come back?”
“Yes—yes!” answered the tramp earnestly.
“You’d better keep that promise. If I ever catch sight of you again I’ll shoot without asking you any questions! Now get!”